Looking into the mirror,
Questioning the life in it.
I saw a stranger,
Who stares back with answers.
It shot out so many,
That I could not pick the right one.
It’s eyes swelling up,
It was not my fault,
It never was my fault.
Unanswered questions
Thoughtful burden
Walking out in the yesterdays,
Did not bring back what I lost.
Looking into the tomorrows,
Nothing made sense of most.
Then I chose to live today,
So I could stop thinking and smile.
My difference
By the time its over,
I will know.
There was time
Long enough for both of us,
I, never thought about,
Which you did.
You always did…
Poetry of happiness
“This is it, then, ” He asked.
“Yes, that’s it” she spoke.
“I never thought it would have been this big.” He said, a growing amazement, “I never even knew I had one” chuckling.
“You have a good one and it’s bigger than you believed”. She said and held his hand. They both walked out of the operation theatre.
They may have died hours ago but they both will live through others. She donated her eyes so she could see him forever and he donated his heart so he could love her forever.
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Path unknown
The path, on it goes
To the seamless days,
It ventures out,
For as fresh for me.
I see no divergent,
Just one.
And I am taking it.
Shadows hauls,
Darkness bailed,
As light descends.
The path, on it goes
To the seamless days,
It venture out,
For others to sow.
I see no divergent,
Just one.
The one that’s my rise.
For my people
There’s no victory,
To stop this war.
There’s no rain,
To wash away the field.
There’s no shade,
To keep us sane.
Winning’s all loosing,
And not to lose is,
To keep fighting
Forever,
So there will be more,
To fight for.
Only hope there is
Where we go
A silver step
Is the only hope
We’ve got.
And where we go,
And where we go
There can’t be more to call
String of beads
Now a shattered dream.
Bear with me
Till it falls
There can’t be more
To where we go
All there is the
Silver step.
And where we go
And where we go
There can’t be more to call.
Shameful!
Absurdity,
Isn’t that what the world’s got to now.
Beauty,
Oh! That’s what I hope to find then.
Calling by the right name
It is really interesting to know that,
when I was born people used to call me a baby.
As I started to grow they referred to me as a baby boy.
When I fought myself into the adulthood they called me a man.
And when I grew old, they teased me as an old man.
Now, when I die they would refer my body as ‘it’.
“We have to bury it” they said.
Funny, how people start to change their perspective from time to time.
Calling everything by it’s right name.
His last note
He dropped his pen and looked around.
The room was empty as it always had been. He smiled to himself and rubbed his wrinkled chin. His eyes swelled up but no time to rub them off.
The sun had set and the wind had died. The room was empty as it always had been.
Only note he left on the lonely table read:
I was here.
Finding the Alchemist 